ghost
A few years ago, I became interested in purchasing some real estate as an investment and shared my new venture on social media. Zoe, my good friend from college, sent me a message asking me if I was interested in checking out an apartment belonging to her in-laws.
The building she’s talking about was barely 2 years old and was located in a prestigious residential area. My friend told me that her in-laws bought it off the plan, and it was meant for her husband’s brother; he moved in, but a year ago he suicided in that very apartment. She didn’t want to live there and told her in-laws to sell it.
Zoe told me all this and I said I didn’t mind taking a look, because an apartment like this can usually be a great bargain – a property where an unnatural death has occurred can often be bought for as much as 40% less than normal.
“However, my in-laws insist on selling it at regular market price, because they don’t consider suicide an unnatural death; only manslaughter is unnatural,” she said.
“Maybe I can convince them,” I told her. That was my mistake.
So, my husband and I drove to the place at the appointed time. It was indeed a magnificent building – still had the new-building smell of paint, and the furnishings were splendid.
Zoe was at work and couldn’t join me, so I met her in-laws by myself. They showed me around the an apartment and answered my questions.
When I wanted to check out the main bathroom, they said it was where their son killed himself; he died in the bathtub.
“He died peacefully, no blood spilled; he used some drug that only medical staff can get,” Zoe’s mother-in-law said with a bitter smile. I didn’t know what to answer, so I just moved on to open the door, stepped inside and took a look around before I got out.
I thought to myself that this was indeed a good property. If the price were good, I wouldn’t mind buying it. But during the negotiation, the owners insisted that they wouldn’t accept any price discount. After 10 minutes talking around and around, I knew I was wasting my time; I thanked them and left.
When I sat down in the car, I suddenly felt melancholy: for the time and gasoline I wasted, for the limited budget I had, for this cruel world… sad and negative feelings that I never felt before all rushed into to my head. I tried my best to stay calm like nothing was happening, but inside my head I wanted to kill myself – no joking!
After I got home, I tried to do something to cheer myself up; I started making some pastry as a way to keep myself occupied. About 20 minutes after I started baking, something strange happened – the sadness and the suicidal thought suddenly vanished, and for a few seconds I smelled cologne that I never smell before. I don’t use perfume, and I was the only person in the kitchen.
At that moment, I realized that the soul of Zoe’s suicided brother-in-law must have followed me home! It’s “him” who passed me the terrible thoughts and feelings which he had felt before he died. And the cologne must have been “his”.
I couldn’t keep this to myself and told my friend everything, and told her not to think I’m crazy.
Zoe said that she knew what I was talking about because she also smelled it; that’s why she refuses to live there, that’s why she and her husband had lived there for just a few months until she insisted on moving out, no matter what it took.
I have had many other strange encounters in my life, but this experience was like a solid proof that I really can communicate with the other world.
